(Best Fwends performing at Galapagos in Brooklyn)
I sat next to a man on the subway today who had obviously just escaped from a hospital. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, pajama pants, those little beige mini socks they give you, and a hand towel over his hairless head (keep in mind it was in the teens with wind chill today). He also had the tape/cotton balls on his arm from an IV, in case you thought I was jumping to conclusions. I was really confused as to what help if any I could offer. He looked kinda spooked, glancing around a lot and fidgeting. I thought about calling the police to help him, but then second-guessed myself that he was probably better off on his own. It did remind me of the last time I met someone who had recently "escaped" from a hospital, it was on my first trip to Detroit. I drove into Detroit having no direction or destination. So of course after sight-seeing at the abandoned office buildings downtown, I ended up wandering into a pretty damn rough neighborhood. Almost half the houses seemed to be burned out, people were wandering in the street, and there were the requisite fires in 55 gallon barrels. I drove into a pothole at one intersection, and then drove out of it at the other end of the intersection. I couldn't help but be constantly reminded of the movie Robocop. Less so because it supposedly took place in a bombed-out future Detroit, and more so because it looked like they didn't even have to change anything to film it there. Anyway, I stopped at a gas station to fuel up and use the pay phone (this was back before I could afford a cell phone). As soon as I get out a handful of people come over asking for a dollar and whatnot, I apologetically turn them down, except that one woman won't leave me alone. I eventually notice that she isn't asking for a dollar, but rather if I have a blade, "Hey mister, ya gotta blade mister?" A bit wary I respond yes (I had my leatherman on me). She then proceeds to tell me how the police had kidnapped her and put her in the hospital, but she had escaped. As she says this she rolls back her sleeve to show me the IV still inserted and taped to her arm. She had gone to a shelter and gotten some clothes (this was in January), but the shoes didn't fit well because of her bunions. She wanted me to cut the backs off of her new New Balances so they would be more like "house shoes." I figured they were her shoes, and this was what she wanted, so why not? She took off her shoes as I sat down in the lot of this gas station and proceeded to saw the backs of her shoes off. They cut pretty easily, although I did slip and cut my hand at one point. I gave them back to her as she thanked me saying how much better they were, and just as I was bidding her good luck and heading in to pre-pay she stops and asks me, "Hey mister, you got a dollar?"
This band is from Philly, and this cover is awesome. Best Fwends covered Hall and Oates at their show last night too. Whaddya know.
• The Method And Result - Private Eyes
A band's place in myspace.
Posted by Tod Seelie at 1:12 PM